So, Naut, did you have tasty fresh lobster on your holiday?
LOBSTERS ON PARADE Across the abyssal plain, in waters weighted with the entire ocean and as utterly black as night can be, lit only by the thrashing sparking flaring of creatures bizarre by any notion of ourselves, the lubberly kind... Across these heavy deeps in measured tread of little feet crustacean, they march, determined in their quest with thoughts in mind, if there is any thinking, of dancing fandangos in slow motion with lady lobsters, fair and fine... Across the rippling sands the... Sign in to see full entry.